The Wistful Atlas

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The Wistful Atlas

The hall was a cavern of shadow and oil light, the air thick with the scent of roasted venison, spilled wine, and the heavy, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep up from the stone floor itself, a phantom residue of centuries of feasting and violence that no amount of scrubbing could ever truly wash away, and I stood at the edge of the table, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword,...

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